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Disney’s support of the Don’t Say Gay shit is reprehensible to begin with but I think it’s a little strange that the solution proposed by some people is to yell at Disney until they say they support LGBT people and not question why the funny cartoon company can dictate human rights

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hi i’m seeing no one talk about this cover??? this is HAUNTING, it’s dedicated it to everyone who’s died from the coronavirus so far especially healthcare staff i just,,,

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Elvira: Mistress Of The Dark, 1988

#80s #1980s #aesthetic #black and white #80s black and white #1980s black and white #black and white 1980s #horror #black and white horror #horror black and white #80s horror #1980s horror #80 horror #1980 horror

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Mikey, 1992

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Re-Animator, 1985

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Tales from the Crypt, 1989

Happy New Years!

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New Year's Evil, 1980

Happy new year’s eve!

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Deadly Night, 1984

Merry Christmas!

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Evil Christmas, 1980

Merry Christmas Eve!

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Tales from the Crypt; And All through the House, 1989

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My aunt always made certain foods for certain occasions.

Whenever her best friend had a miscarriage she would make shredded chicken buffalo dip for her.

Whenever someone gave birth she would send a double chocolate Bundt cake.

And at any funeral she would bring a loaded potato casserole.

It was my favorite thing she made and I always felt bad that no matter who died, I knew I would eat her casserole. Sometimes I would ask her to make it, but she said it wouldn’t be special if she made it all the time.

I came home one day, seeing a fresh potato casserole on my mother’s counter and asked who died. My mother looked at me like I cursed and told me no one did.

I didn’t question further, my aunt had came by and dropped off the casserole for me, she said.

It was only at 8:34 that night we learned my aunt had died in a car crash four hours after dropping the meal off.

#Writings #Creative writing #Just based off a dream #Dream #Dream writing

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